tanaise | (no subject)

So I've started sorting my room. Thus far it turns out I have one box ready to be moved. Meh. And that's just because I never unpacked it. (cookbooks, most of which were duplicates of my mom's cookbooks.) I know there's a couple more boxes upstairs. Pots and pans, and dishes.

I need to wash all still-packed clothing and make decisions about them. Such as: Does it fit? Is it work safe? Will it fit (pretty clothing is given will-fit leeway. Ugly clothing, not so much.)? I found, in a bag of for-donation clothing (can you believe there are no dump sites around here for clothing?) that I was compacting, the Ash CD i'd misplaced, and the Remy Zero CD and case. Whee! I'm still missing, um. the Villa Elaine CD. And I'm pretty sure something else, but maybe not. I also found my handful of work t-shirts. Blech. I think I need to find the landsend catalog and see if there aren't any attractive t-shirt type things in them. even if they do have old-lady V-necks, they do at least have old lady sleeves as well. But I shouldn't go crazy, because what if I get an serious business casual place, or even a fancy place. eee!

Mostly though, I just moved masses of stuff around in my room and stacked it in new places. I need to have a plan. I really need a plan. Right now it's something like, "sort out room" Sub levels include things like sort out clothing, and sort out books, and start packing books. But I need a plan with a date in it, and a goal and the idea is still scaring me. It's hard to pinpoint exactly what about it scares me, but I think it's the prospect of all that unknown, and the fact that I feel like I'm doing this completely on my own.

I think I would watch Jersey Girl just to see J-lo die. The fact that it looks interesting is just a bonus. All faith in Kevin Smith.